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The Sky Above Me – Copenhagen November 2010
I woke up early. Everybody else was still sleeping. So I walked quietly on tiptoe into the kitchen. It was so grey and cold the other day, but on this→
Author: Yvonne
Yvonne
Hi, I'm Yvonne. Travel addict. Guilty as charged. Right now I'm probably falling off a camel somewhere in a desert, getting a new tattoo from a monk in Thailand or am carrying my luggage through a river in the jungle. But just as well I could be sitting on my sofa in Berlin, in my pyjamas. Good girls to to heaven, bad girls go everywhere. Everywhere sounds much more promising. So be travelous and follow me!
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The Good, The Bad And Copenhagen
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All I Know About Canada I Know From HIMYM
All I know about Canada I know from “How I Met Your Mother”. True Story. Never been there, never met one. I laughed “aboot” all the jokes about Canadians. But hey, since my Twitter bestie @nearafar IS Canadian, I thought I should learn more about the Great White North. AND cause we’re planning to go on a roadtrip together in June from Toronto to Vancouver and I don’t want her to push me out of the car before we get there.
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The Sky Above Me – Cuba October 2010
People all over, Cars, Dogs – sometimes Havana is really stressful. But there is also calm, silence and lonely classic cars driving on deserted streets under the same sky as in 1950.
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Top 3 Bars In Havana To Get Drunk Like Hemingway
I read Ernest Hemingway’s “A Farewell to Arms” for the first time when I was twelve and since then this book travelled a lot around the world. We’ve been to Thailand together, Seattle, Ibiza, South Africa, France, Italy, Turkey, U.A.E., and so on. But I didn’t take it to Cuba. Yes. I know. Stupid me. Don’t know why. But I didn’t miss it there. There was mojito. Helped a lot! And if mojito couldn’t help my friend daiquiri came along. And somehow Hemingway himself was so much closer to me. So I drunk my way through all the bars Hemingway got wasted in.
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